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I quickly went to my locker before lunch to grab my lunch. I opened it up after realizing that Ryan's name was on the bag. "Crap." I whispered. I grabbed my afternoon books and ran to the cafeteria- hoping to find my brother.

Once I entered, I was welcomed with snickering. More mocking...I thought sadly. I snapped out of my sadness and walked over to my brother's table. He was laughing with all of his friends. He stopped laughing when he saw me. "I have your lunch." he said as he handed me my lunch. I gave him his and he went back to laughing with his friends.

Even my brother doesn't want to talk to me. I scanned the room looking for a table. Of course there wasn't one open. Another lunch in the bathroom.

I left the cafeteria making my way to the bathroom. I could go to the auditorium but Mrs. Darbus was very strict. 'No eating or drinking in the theater. We could mess up the set.' I giggled softly as I thought of her yelling. I turned the corner only to crash into someone. For the third time in one day my stuff went flying across the floor. My school bag opened up and my papers scattered.

"I am so sorry!" I said as I quickly stood up. I looked at the person I ran into and gave him a small smile. "I didn't mean to." I added. I offered my hand and he gladly accepted.

"Thanks." Troy Bolton said as I pulled him up. We looked around the hallway and laughed at the mess. "Wow. We've got to be more careful." he joked.

I giggled. "I'm just a klutz." I said and looked at him. "But I'm sure you've heard that from a lot of people. They say it all the time." I added sadly.

He didn't know how to respond to that. "Well let me help you." he said as we squatted down to pick up the mess. "You have a lot of books." he joked.

I didn't really catch the joke. "It's what geeks like me have." I grabbed the same book that he went to grab. Our hands touched for a few seconds before I pulled my hand away. He coughed awkwardly and gave me the book.

"I didn't mean it like that. I was just kidding." he said softly. After we finished picking everything up, we stood in the hallway in silence. "The cafeteria is that way." he pointed in the other direction.

I looked down at my feet. "Yeah well I have no where to sit so I'm going to eat some where else."

He rubbed his hands together nervously. "You can sit with me." he said unsurely.

I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "That's ok. Thanks for the offer but your friends wouldn't let you live it down. Thanks for the help. I appreciate it." I turned towards the bathroom. I turned back to him and added, "I'll try not to run into you again." I giggled a little and turned the corner and walked into the bathroom.

Once I walked in, I went to one of the stalls and closed and locked it behind me. I sighed and set my bag down. I opened my lunch bag and started eating.

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I was so happy to return home. It was a long Friday. I walked into my house and noticed that my parents were arguing...again. I hate it when they do it. Especially in front of me. I can't stand it. It makes me want to hurt someone. I simply rolled my eyes and walked up into my room. I turned my music on loudly, hoping to drown out the yelling. I opened up my lap top and started working on my English essay that was due on Monday.

The music wasn't really covering up the noises. Finally I cracked. "WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?" I screamed. It's not like they could hear through the door. I saved my work on the computer and plopped down on my bed in tears. When will they shut up? Suddenly there was a knock on my door. I figured it was my parents trying to apologize to me. They always do that after a fight but they don't really mean it. "Shove it up your ass." I hissed.

"I don't think you would want me to." Someone said through the door. I sat up in confusion. What was Troy doing here? I got off my bed and walked to the door. I opened it up and saw Troy smiling at me. "You dropped something in school." he said and held up my inhaler. I sighed with relief. "You still want me to shove it up my ass?" he joked

I giggled. " No thanks" I grabbed it from him. "Chances are I'd need it this weekend." I said and opened my door wider for him to walk in. He stepped inside and sat down on my computer chair.

"Nice room." he commented. I walked over to my dresser and put my inhaler on it.

"Thanks. I'm sorry about my parents down stairs. I know you probably heard them. Things are a little crazy here these days." I explained as I sat down on my bed.

"It's ok." he said and looked at me. "I'm sorry you have to stay here with them when they're yelling. It must be hard."

I nodded my head slightly. "It is. But I guess I'm just used to it. They do this a lot." I sighed and laid down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. "They used to be happy. I don't know what happened. Last year everything seemed to flip flop with them." I wiped my eyes and looked at Troy. "You probably don't want to hear this though. I'm sorry."

He gave half a smile. "I don't mind. Looks like you could use someone to talk to anyways."

"You bet." I muttered so he couldn't hear me. "Anyways on a positive note, my knee isn't swollen." I giggled.

Troy looked down at my knee and saw just a bit of red around it. I was wearing a knee length skirt. He looked back up and smiled. "That's good. Does it still hurt?" he asked softly.

I shook my head. "No. It feels fine now. Funny how it works right?"

He chuckled . "Yup. Anyways," he stood up and stretched "I should go now. I don't want my parents to worry. I didn't tell them I was leaving." he smiled. "I just wanted to bring you your inhaler so you didn't get hurt or anything." he explained with shrug.

I got off of my bed and walked him to my door. "Thanks a lot. It means a lot to me." I leaned against the doorframe. "I'll see you on Monday." I added.

He faced me and smiled. "See you Monday." he said before disappearing down the stairs. I let out a tiny squeal before skipping in my room and closed the door.

"Sharpay?" my mom said through the door. She sounded like she was crying but yet upset also. I looked towards the door and my face paled. That doesn't sound good. I opened up the door.

"Yes?" I asked with my hands on my hips.

"We need to talk." she said and we walked into my room.

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Monday morning came around sooner than I thought it would. My weekend was horrible. Now here I am, standing at my locker. I grabbed the books I needed and slammed my locker shut. I slowly walked to home room and took a seat as I waited for the bell to ring. Once it did, people started filling the classroom, talking with their friends. I laid my head on the desk and tried to hold back the tears that wanted to fall. I blinked a few times to stop them.

Flashback:

I let my mom come in my room and she shut the door behind me. She grabbed a seat and turned to look at me.

"Shar, you know I love you right?" she asked me. I gave her a confused look and she looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"I know. And I love you too." I said. I sat across from her on my bed and waited for her to tell me what was wrong.

"Shar," she grabbed my hands. "Your father and I are getting divorced." she said.

I looked at her and paled. I knew it. I knew this day would come. I snatched my hands away and moved away from her. "What? How could you? How could you guys mess up this family?" I screamed. I could see that she was teary eyed.

"Sharpay please–"

"Don't 'please' me. How could you tear apart this family? Don't you know how much this is hurting me? Do you even care? All you ever think about id yourself. Have you ever thought about how I felt? How Ryan felt?" I continued yelling, ignoring the tears falling down my face as well as my mothers.

"Sharpay things just don't work out sometimes. I know it's hurting you."

I scoffed. "How would you know? You never ask me what's wrong. You never talk to me. You always ignore me just like everyone else in the fucking world." I screamed. "Just leave. I don't want to talk to you anymore." I pointed to the door.

"Sharpay let's just talk about this calmly."

"I hate you." I said. She looked up at me in shock. I glared at her and kept pointing to the door. She gave out a little sob as she walked to the door. She opened it up but before she left, she added "I love you Sharpay."

End of flashback

I sighed sadly just as the bell rang. Mrs. Darbus was on one of her rants in no time. Like always, I didn't listen. I didn't even want to be in school anyway. But I also didn't wan tot be at home with my parents. How miserable can things get?

"Hey geek." Tom greeted me, as usual. He and his friends laughed. This time I didn't say or do anything. I kept my head down and ignored him. I was already pissed off enough. Why bother making my life any worse.

"...and that is why we are choosing Romeo and Juliet for our school play." Mrs. Darbus ended as the second bell rang, signaling to go to first class.

I gathered up my stuff and walked into the hallway. I watched as everyone talked with one another and laughed. I saw my brother and gave him a small wave. He gave back a small smile in return. He knew I was taking the divorce hard. I continued walking until I got to my English classroom. Of course we were reading Macbeth again. The teacher did her usual classroom check. When she got to me she smiled. "I know Miss Evans will have it right?" she asked me.

I looked up at her and wiped my eyes. "Actually I don't have it." and with that said I laid my head back down on my desk. I could feel everyone's eyes on me.

"Sherry doesn't have it?"

"There's a shock."

"I thought geeks always have their books with them."

"Something's wrong."

I sighed at all the name calling, but kept my head down. Eventually it died down and we started class.